Taeksi Woonjunsa Page #5

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Get in!

Oh, my!

Is this all we've got for such important guests?

Don't worry. Your neighbor will

look after your daughter.

You can call her on the way tomorrow morning.

Yes.

Dad, I'm hungry.

Oh, go ahead and eat. You're hungry?

Try this first. My wife made it.

It's crisp, slightly bitter,

but with a real kick...

Not sure if it's your style, but please try.

Give it a try.

That's hot!

This is spicy, hot.

Oh, not a problem. I can handle spicy.

Wow, he eats well.

Oh my god. This is a shock.

Wasser!

- What?

- Water!

Too spicy for him!

Hot!

No wonder. He ate it too easy.

What are you laughing for?

You come to a foreign country,

break a camera, eat kimchi.

You've been through a lot, too.

Why'd you come here?

Why you come here?

Reporter.

Was that English?

Seoul drivers speak English?

I'm a reporter.

Reporters go wherever there is news.

Then try translating what he just said.

I'm a reporter here

for the news something like that...

Is that right?

Yes.

You're amazing. I never would've guessed!

Ah...

Why you become a reporter?

What's that, a poker card? I used to play, too...

Not that, money. He means money.

He means he did it because of the money?

Yes.

Where do you spend your money?

A hole in your sock.

He acts like such a big shot,

but I guess he's not.

How can you be worse off

than a widower like me?

(Martial Law Soldiers

Massacre Civilians in Gwang-ju)

Now that's a real newspaper!

There's no turning back after this. So if anyone...

Are you the only reporter here?

We've all made up our minds.

Open the door!

Are you trying to close us down?

But Chief! We're reporters, aren't we?

Shouldn't we at least try to tell the people

what's happening here and why?

What will happen then?

They will shut us down, and drag us all off!

Come on, get them out!

Let go! Chief! Chief!

Will this stop bullets?

Of course not. It's to cover the lights.

Right.

It's time for evening news.

Why bother watching useless crap?

Who knows, maybe they'll say something today.

I doubt it...

- The disturbance in Gwang-ju...

- It's on.

is not yet contained...

- Have some fruit.

- Hey, quiet!

...with student radicals

and gangsters gathering in Gwang-ju

and spreading groundless rumors.

To date, 1 civilian has been killed,

and 5 members of the military...

Those f***ers!

Honey!

How can they say that?

So many people died today!

Is the news just allowed to lie like that?

Why did we have to watch that crap?

God that sets me off!

That's not true.

As soon as I get back to Japan,

my footage will hit the news.

The whole world will see.

Mr. Kim will take me back to the airport, and...

Anyhow without him,

I would have never made it to Gwang-ju.

He can broadcast it when he

gets to Japan, with Mr. Kim's help.

And Mr. Kim also helped him get pass

the soldiers blocking the roads.

You're amazing. Both of you.

Well, a driver has to go where the customer says.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I'll take you right to the airport tomorrow.

Airport, okay?

By the sound of it,

I should plead to both of you...

Please make this work.

I'd beg you on my knees, really!

No, I'm really good at that.

On my knees!

Forget that.

Sing us a song instead.

He's entering a song contest.

We'll judge if you deserve a prize, so sing!

- Oh, no way!

- Please.

I do guitar, not vocals.

What's the difference?

Give him a hand!

What should I do?

Wow, looking good!

What can I do if you leave me like this?

What can I do to go on living without you?

What? Why ring the gong?

Students may protest against you,

to stop you from singing.

I told you, I play guitar! But I'm not that bad!

I shouldn't have asked him to sing.

Is that a new song?

I guess I'm no good.

You're really not a singer.

But there's something striking about him.

See, I told you!

Oh, my. He looks just like your brother.

- That's right!

- Yes, they're similar!

- You mean Sang-chul?

- Yeah.

Who?

Right, why didn't I see it before?

I have a younger brother.

You look just like him.

What do you think? Same-same?

- What do you mean?

- He looks like my husband.

Same, same.

I look like Peter, right?

Oh no!

What's that?

What's this sound?

That's by the TV station.

Yeah, I think so.

Bro! People are gathering over by the TV station!

The taxi drivers are all heading there, too.

- Really?

- I'll see you there.

(Night of May 20, 1980

Near Gwang-ju MBC TV Station)

The foreign reporter! Get the radio!

Jae-sik!

Mister, look out!

They're plainclothes soldiers!

What? Plainclothes?

Damned commies!

Go hide up there. I'll bring it up.

Hurry!

Where is he?

He didn't come this way.

Hello!

I know you're up there.

Mister.

If you give me the camera and film,

you two,

no...

the three of you including this kid...

can go free.

What is he saying?

I'll count to ten.

And I'll let you decide

what the wise choice is.

He wants this.

Then we can live, and Jae-sik too.

Give safe.

Let's give it to him.

One

two

three

four

five

- What are you doing?

- six

seven

eight

nine

Wait a minute!

The foreign reporter might be close by.

Let me speak in English to him.

I'll beg him to save me.

Can you hear me?

I can't hold this soldier much longer.

So please,

go now and show the world what's happening in here.

- Where are you going?

- So please...

We need to give him this.

They're coming up!

Hey!

Damn!

Give me the bag!

Get away!

I'm okay!

Over there!

Get him!

There!

Where's the damn reporter?

Where are you running, commie?

Spare me, I'm not a commie!

You prick! Damn commie!

I'm really not a commie!

I'm not even from Gwang-ju. I'm from Seoul.

#10-8, Hwayang-dong 384,

Sungdong-gu, Seoul.

Yeah.

I know.

The Seoul taxi.

You're that commie who

brought in the German reporter.

The sh*t bastard who sold his country for money!

And yet you say, "I'm not a commie!"

"I'm not a commie!"

How dare you...

We have to get out of here.

My god, I was so worried!

I'm glad you made it back. But where's Jae-sik?

Wasn't he with you?

Huh?

You know...

I earned some money in Saudi Arabia.

But my wife got sick

and I spent it all on hospital bills.

At the end, my wife insisted that I buy that taxi.

and the doctor said so too,

so I should look after our daughter.

We could have tried more meds,

but I didn't argue. That's the kind of guy I am.

The rest have to go on living, right?

Because after my wife died,

I got drunk every day.

One day I woke up,

she was crying holding onto her mom's old clothes.

She must have missed her so much.

I quit drinking that day.

I'm the only one she has left.

What are you doing?

The paratroopers are searching for a Seoul taxi!

Should've said you're going.

You don't even know the roads!

Here, take this and...

These are hidden roads out of Gwang-ju.

And the reporter asked me to give you this.

How can I accept that?

What?

If a driver took a passenger,

he should accept the fare!

Just take it.

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